“What has Tracy done to him?”

“ ’Tis nothing of great moment. Merely that he and that worthless brother of his seek to squeeze him dry.”

“Robert?”

“Andrew. I know very little of Robert.”

“Andrew! But he was a child⁠—”

“Well, he’s grown up now, and as rakish a young spendthrift as ye could wish for. Dick seems to pay their debts.”

“Devil take him! Why?”

“Heaven knows! I suppose Lavinia insists. We all knew that ’twas for that reason Tracy flung you both in her way.”

“Nonsense! We went of our own accord. She had but returned from school.”